The Bright

A poem about migraines, pain, auras and isolation. A desire and yearning to know what goes on beyond the confines of the migraine.

The Bright

 

Will you talk to me about what goes on in the light?

Beyond my shimmering, shaking sight?

 

I will tell you of the moonbeams

Of colorful, iridescent silent streams

If you will just tell me what goes on in the bright

So far out of my sight.

 

I will tell you how I captured thunder in my skull

How lightning is contained within me without lull

If you will tell me the secrets outside my window

So far beyond my sorrow.